Chapter 65: The Last Stand (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)
Chapter 65 The Last Stand (Please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)
Looking at Owens getting into the car and speeding away, Xu Chuan smiled happily and decided to go over and watch the Terminator fight the devil Satan. Such an exciting show is not common.
“Take me in and have a look around.” Xu Chuan put his arm around Ding Ken’s shoulders. He was quite curious about this museum. Although it wasn’t open yet, Ding Ken still agreed. If Xu Chuan hadn't reacted quickly enough, someone would have been killed in front of his museum that wasn't open just now, and he was a police officer, and more importantly, the murder weapon was the gun in his own name.
Although it looks shabby, it is well-equipped inside. There are several tall shelves with wooden structures in the warehouse. There are piles of ammunition boxes stacked below. Xu Chuan opened a few and looked at them, but they were all empty. Several display racks There are various types of guns on display, from the Civil War to World War II, to modern guns, and even medieval European armor and long swords. Near the gate is an 88-meter cannon from the Second World War.
This thing is rare. Xu Chuan ran over. It was no more exciting than the M500. Then he found that the breech block was broken. He shook his head in disappointment and picked up an M1917 next to him. "Where did you find this garbage?" , Xu Chuan finally saw that most of the places here were just junk.
Walking inside, there was a row of Mauser 98 rifles on a shelf, ranging from G98, 98a, 98b to standard models, and then to the famous Kar.98k. Of course, there was no very popular game at this time, and 98K was still available. Not a general term for all bolt-action rifles.
Kar.98k short carbine, the uppercase K stands for carbine, and the lowercase k is the German kurz, meaning 'short', which means it is shorter than the 98b carbine, so this rifle with a total length of 110CM is also called For short carbines, of course according to German strictness, please be case sensitive.
Xu Chuan picked one up and looked at it in his hand. It was obviously a product of simplified production technology after 44 years. The aluminum barrel didn't even have rifling. Ding Ken followed behind and looked at Xu Chuan's disgusted expression, "Good thing." You can’t put it here.” People in the town were very polite to Xu Chuan, an Asian, which is rare in the south where racial discrimination is common.
Of course, it's not because he bought the mayor's house, but because the gangsters who once caused trouble are still alive and dead. Without corpses, the police can only file a missing person case. In this border town with simple folk customs, although everyone They are not very wealthy, but they have first-class eyesight.
Dinken ran into his house, took out a gun box, and opened the lid as if to offer a treasure. Inside was a 98k sniper model produced in 1939, and its dedicated Zeiss ZF394.2x scope.
Xu Chuan took it and saw that it was really well maintained, but the **** of the gun was a little worn. "Is this right?" Xu Chuan pulled the bolt and tried it. It was absolutely silky and smooth.
He put down the gun and turned around twice, and pulled out a long sword next to a suit of armor. Excalibur was engraved on the bright sword, "Haha, this look will make my king cry."
Owens returned to the police station. In addition to the two previous police officers, there was also a female police officer who was arguing with the prisoner. This is the current configuration of the Shanmerton Police Station. "Chief, aren't you on vacation today?"
Looking at the few weak chickens under his command, Owens finally understood that this was just a small police station, not the special forces he once served in, nor the Drug Enforcement Administration where he once worked. Except for the pistols and several pistols carried by a few people, Only Remington shotguns and no other automatic weapons. After all, there aren't many cases here all year round.
"Sarah, contact the surrounding farms and ask them to be careful. There may be a group of illegal armed men operating nearby. If there are any problems, report them immediately." Owens decided that it would be more reliable to be patient, "Jerry and Mike Figuerola Look around to see if there are any strangers, and don't conflict with them." There is no way to ask the state police for help now, after all, nothing has happened yet.
Of course, it was impossible that nothing had happened. Boulier looked at the corpse on the ground and patted his dusty suit. "If you don't drink a toast, you will have to drink a fine wine." What they want to do is behind this farm, but no matter how much they give Money, this old man just won’t let go.
“Sheriff, what’s going to happen in Parsons? That old man doesn’t have a phone.” Sarah called all the farmers except the last one.
"I forgot about this, I'm going to go there myself." Owens changed into his police uniform and put his Colt MkIV Series 80 into the holster.
Parsons' farm is in the southernmost part of the town. It grows corn and raises dairy cows, supplying most of the town's dairy products. Passing through his farm is the closest place to Mexico in Mountain Merton, where a canyon separates In the United States and Mexico, the closest point is only 20 meters. Boullier asked his men to unload the equipment from the truck, where they were going to build a bridge.
Brill has been doing this business for almost 20 years. He is still alive now because he has real skills. Except for the construction personnel, everyone else dispersed and arranged security posts according to the terrain. If they were not all strangers, He would also make sure to keep an eye on the town's police station, even though there were only four officers there.
Xu Chuan and Dinken lay down on a hillside on the west side of the cliff, holding a telescope wrapped in gauze. Without a professional light-shielding net, they had to make do, and watched Boulier's people working in full swing below.
"Bell, what are they doing?" Dinken was not nervous at all, but very excited.
"How do I know? It's not a good thing anyway." Xu Chuan did know the plot. Gabriel Cortez ran away under the **** of FBI and HRT, and then changed to a supercar to cross the canyon from here.
He never understood, why not rent a plane and park it nearby, and fly directly to it when the people arrive? Who can react when flying at a low altitude and at such a close distance, so these guys are definitely not helping the boss like in the plot. Escape, but have a bigger plot.
(End of this chapter)